I shouldn’t be writing this at all. I mean, there is no good reason why I should try to encourage you to join me in the awful boredom of this soggy Sunday.
A wet day is a wet day, you might say. It was bad enough this morning when there was a real shower of rain, bouncing off the windows. This afternoon just drifted into miserable dampness, grey skies with clouds barely moving as they drift on a small breeze too high up in the heavens to rustle a leaf or cause the pampas grass to sway gracefully. It’s 9pm now and the first glimmer of light is just appearing towards the south but I think the moon will keep her face hidden as night falls.
Our Christening yesterday was lovely – about thirty of us in the church, at least half of them children. Baby is just 8 months old and had a ribbon around her tiny strands of golden hair. Her timing is excellent. Just as the drops of water were poured over her head she gave a glorious bellow of disapproval, then resumed her normal cheerful countenance.
Eight of us adjourned for lunch to a hotel by Lough Ennel near Mullingar, the others went off to start the celebrations, but didn’t plan to eat until later. It would have been nice to go for a walk by the water, through the colourful shrubs, but the rain threatened all the time so we just sat for a while. The carvery lunch was good and plentiful and came in at less than a tenner each which didn’t do the pocket too much harm as I proffered by Visa (himself wisely can never remember his number).
Manchester United took possession of the FA Cup without scoring a single goal; and Newcastle went down 1 – 0 to Fulham – I kept my eye on the telly in the corner so that I wouldn’t miss any important piece of news. It’s the journalistic streak in me. I like to keep my finger on the pulse of the world.
Tomorrow I have a hospital appointment. It’s pretty damn demoralising when most of ones social engagements begin with a needle extracting blood and end with a “Make another appointment on your way out”. Time was when a social outing would begin with a Gin & Tonic and finish with a headache! Oh Dem were de Days!
Im going to tackle the TV again and see if I can force it to entertain me. I’ve read a book and a half in three days so just can’t concentrate on any more right now. Oh heck! I’ll pour a G & T and pretend I’m on my way somewhere…….